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Omor stepped up onto her newly transformed Pet and pulled out her riding goggles. She slipped them on, remembering the first time they had done this, on the Broken Dream. Needless to say, she nearly wrecked the place. Repairs took a few weeks to complete. She shuttered at the memory, however it wasn't a unpleasant one.

She tapped at the controls, and got the reins under control. Cracking her knuckles she started the engine of the Beast. Alright Prince, Thrusters at 48%, I want it to be fast but smooth. She said with a smirk as she tapped the final setting on the interface. It roared and hummed as she and it started galloping down the streets, making wind falls, pushing a few people out of the way. She made a hard left into an alleyway and then over a wall.  She took the backroads, weaving through a path of confusing backroads. 

Soon they would find themselves in front of the tavern known as "Marshal's". A seedy looking bar found in the lower tiers of Luar 2. All the usual suspects of a seedy bar would be seen. A broken window, the signs light flickered, and a few drunks would be found crashed outside. The reason she picked this place was because she knew the owner. Marshal used to live on the Broken Dream and it was always his dream to run a bar. Even a seedy one.

Inside, She would find her contact. She was hoping to hire them as protection for her citizens. They were a hearty group but they were like her children. She couldn't always be around to save them. She stepped down off of Prince and patted his head.

Good Job, Prince. Now Momma's gotta go do some business inside. You change back to Preditor mode and stand guard outside the door. No one enters, got it? If you're good I'll bring you some nice juicy power cells, the kind you like.

She waved goodbye and entered the door and looked for her contact. Where could they be, or more importantly, who?

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